Let The Label Game Begin

First grade has been an interesting experience for Mira and for us. I’ve found that despite already having an older child, we’ve been prepared for practically nothing with a second child. Mira’s first grade experience has been entirely different from Cordy’s first grade experience.

When Cordy was in first grade, it was her first year of being fully mainstreamed, so we were intensely focused on making sure she could handle the classroom experience and start to enter the social world of the other students. Adapting to the classroom routine and nightly homework were the topics we spent the most time on.

Mira has had no trouble at all with adapting to classroom routine or navigating the social world. Rather, she seems to think the primary purpose of school is social time. Instead of wondering if she ever interacts with other kids in her class (which Cordy didn’t much), I get a long tale at least once a week of who her new best friend is, or who doesn’t like who in her class, or tears over one of her friends choosing another friend to play with over her.

This? Not my strength. I don’t have a lot of good advice for her about navigating the social network at school. Don’t be a bully, don’t hang out with bullies, and don’t waste your time with those who aren’t nice to you are the extent of my parenting advice about friendships.

Her social nature has resulted in some classroom woes as well. Not following the class rules will result in a student being required to move the card with their name on it down the wall to a warning. A second offense in the same week results in moving it again and losing five minutes of recess. A third offense results in ten minutes of recess lost. (The consequences get worse from there.) The cards are reset at the start of each week, so everyone has another chance at a fresh start.

Mira’s card is moved at least once most weeks, and it’s generally for the same reason: speaking out of turn. Those who know her are aware of what a chatterbox she is. The toddler with the speech delay took her speech therapy to heart and never stopped talking. At school, she forgets to not talk until she’s called on in class (she’ll raise her hand sometimes, but talks as she raises it), talks in the hallway when they’re supposed to be quiet, talks to those around her during quiet activities…it never ends.

In some ways, I’m not worried. I know it’s frustrating to the teacher, but if talking is her greatest offense, she’s not doing too bad. She’s impulsive, especially with her speech, and as long as her impulsive nature isn’t hurting anyone, it probably doesn’t need any intervention, other than reminders to not be disruptive. The consequences for talking when she shouldn’t have been beneficial. She makes an effort to remember when it’s OK to talk and when it isn’t. I don’t want to stifle her freedom of expression, but there are times in life when you need to be quiet, so I see no problem with reinforcing that lesson.

It’s been mentioned, by others and myself, that she likely has ADHD. No attention span, constantly on the go like she’s driven by a motor, fidgety, impulsive – I’ve completed the questionnaire at her pediatrician’s office, but have yet to schedule the follow up for the results. If she does have ADHD, we’ll manage. (Says the mom with ADD.) At her age, she’s not going on medication, especially when she’s doing fine in school and, other than being a distraction at times, she’s not bothering anyone else.

And it’s true that she is doing well in school. Her reading is slightly above grade level, her math skills are excellent, and she’s a pro at solving puzzles. When she had her pre-kindergarten evaluation in preschool, she was identified as likely gifted. The psychologist was impressed with her cognitive skills, even though she wouldn’t sit still for a moment of the test. (That was our first clue into ADHD, too.)

We discussed the possibility of giftedness with her teacher in the fall, and she thought it was worth requesting the individual evaluation. I’ll be honest – I wasn’t sure it was needed. Yes, I want to believe my kid is smart, but I also don’t want to be That Parent who assumes her kids must be geniuses. Cordy being gifted was fairly obvious, and she needed the intervention, but the signs are more subtle in Mira. It’s possible she’s just on the better side of average and I’m trying to interpret that into something far grander. There’s nothing wrong with average, and if she doesn’t need anything beyond her regular classroom, that’s fine.

Because her teacher thought Mira should have the evaluation, we agreed and signed the paperwork, and so one day last week Mira spent the morning with the gifted education coordinator. I’m not sure when we’ll get the results, but I’m curious to know if she gets the school’s label of gifted or not. Either way, she’s a bright student and it’s heartening to know that her teacher considers her smart, despite the behavior issues she has to endure.

The only benefit to the label is that she’ll qualify for some additional instruction, which often includes fun logic puzzles and games. Honestly, I wish they included that material with all kids in the school. Logic is a valuable skill that all kids should spend additional time developing at all levels.

Whether she’s labeled or not, Mira will take it in stride. Her endless enthusiasm and energy, along with her ability to roll with most situations, gives me assurance that she’ll do fine in whatever she’s up against. School is one big stage for her, and she’s happy to play whatever role she’s given.

Mira and her dollLife ambition at 6yrs old: be the first female Doctor Who. Or maybe a vet.



Went For A Flu Shot, Got A Shoulder Injury Instead

I’ve had a flu shot many times. No one really wants to get a flu shot, but many people generally consider it worthwhile if it keeps you from getting the flu. I have no time to be sick, so I usually get vaccinated each fall.

While the girls were already vaccinated, I had yet to get my flu shot this year. I meant to do it at my doctor’s office visit last month, but then forgot to ask about it. So a little over a week ago, when I heard of more flu cases creeping into our area, I decided to get my flu shot at Walgreens while I was picking up a few other items. Cordy was with me, too, and I thought it might be good for her to see me getting a shot, to reinforce that it’s not a big deal.

I answered the pharmacist’s questions and paid my $28 for the vaccine, then waited in the little cubicle they had set up for vaccinations. The pharmacist walked in and asked which arm I preferred. Seeing how I was already seated with my right arm to the wall, I said I preferred my left. It was my non-dominant arm, and I know from experience that the muscle is sore for a couple of days after the shot.

He opened an alcohol pad and cleaned off an area on my arm. Or rather, my shoulder. I noticed the area he chose seemed awfully far up on my arm. As an RN, I never gave shots that high up on the deltoid. But I’ve also been out of clinical practice for a few years, so maybe there was a new technique I wasn’t familiar with? I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want to sound bossy and tell this young pharmacist how to do what he was surely well-trained to do.

The pharmacist stood beside my chair and quickly gave the shot, right at the area he had swabbed on my shoulder. I felt the initial poke of the needle through my skin, and then felt nothing else. “All done,” he said. I blinked. There was no pain, not even a slight burning sensation that has always accompanied a shot. I didn’t feel anything from the injection. Weird.

I tried to rationalize my confusion, and settled on believing this young pharmacist was a master at flu shots and somehow found a way to make them completely painless. I called to Cordy, who was standing nearby, scared at the idea of me getting a shot and unable to watch, and told her, “See? I’m done. And it didn’t hurt at all.” My smile to reassure her was genuine.

Later that night, my arm felt a little sore, which I knew was common with the flu shot, and I didn’t think anything of it. The next morning (Monday), my arm was significantly more achy when I moved it in certain directions. The ache felt different from how I remembered the muscle pain from a shot before. I attributed it to faulty memory. Monday night, I noticed that sleeping on my left side was uncomfortable.

Tuesday morning, the pain was worse. I was unable to move my arm in certain directions without a sharp shock of pain. I could lift my arm directly ahead of me, but couldn’t cross it over my body, and I couldn’t lift it out to the side by more than 45 degrees without the pain keeping me from going further. I had noticed the ache occasionally traveling down my upper arm into my elbow, too. And I was starting to develop some occasional tingling and numbness in my left hand and fingers, too. Tuesday night I had to sleep on my right side or back – the left side hurt far too much, and woke me up several times when I shifted in my sleep.

At that point I started to be concerned. Muscle soreness is typical with a flu shot, but this went beyond soreness. It was now the third day after the shot, and I should have been feeling better by now. Instead, I was counting the hours between ibuprofen doses and trying to search online for why my shoulder and upper arm were reacting in this manner.

By Thursday, the sharp pain had lessened quite a bit, but the intermittent numbness and a constant low-level ache had set in. I was also starting to develop some “popping” in my shoulder when I moved it. Prodded by conversations with a few people, and by some scary information from Dr. Google, I made an appointment with my doctor for Friday.

My doctor listened to the whole story with concern, then carefully examined my shoulder and arm, trying different motions to see which movements were uncomfortable and which didn’t cause any problems. She knows I’ve never had a shoulder injury, too. (Knees are another story.) Surprisingly, she agreed with Dr. Google: I have bursitis in my shoulder, with an outside possibility of a small rotator cuff tear, too.

When the pharmacist gave the injection, he was too high on the deltoid muscle. My doctor said that a lot of women don’t have a significant amount of muscle mass at that spot on the deltoid, and directly under it is the subdeltoid bursa, a pocket of fluid that is part of the shoulder joint, designed to reduce friction in the joint.

Deltoid muscleThe deltoid muscle, in red. (Source)

So when he administered the injection too high on my arm, he went through the deltoid completely and punctured the bursa, injecting the flu antigen into the bursa. That would be why I didn’t feel any pain or burning when it was injected, and it’s also why I’m experiencing all of my shoulder pain symptoms.

Shoulder joint anatomyThe bursa is located just above the rotator cuff tendons, with the deltoid over all of it. (Source)

The bursa fluid isn’t meant to have a flu virus antigen mixed in with it. So it reacted with inflammation, pain, and stiffness in the joint. The numbness and pain into my elbow that I’m feeling is likely caused by the inflamed bursa putting pressure on the nerve.

My doctor thinks the symptoms should go away within a week or so. She recommended a conservative approach for now, and that we treat it with heat and ibuprofen. If it doesn’t get better within a week, then we may try a round of oral steroids to help it along. If that doesn’t fix it, then we’ll consider an MRI to see if the rotator cuff was damaged, physical therapy and begin thinking about long-term treatment plans.

That last sentence scares me. Long-term treatment. Long-lasting shoulder pain. I’m really hoping my doctor is right and it’ll resolve within a week. In doing research on this, I discovered that the government already has a name for this type of vaccine injury: shoulder injury related to vaccine administration, or SIRVA.

As of 2010, it’s a known type of vaccine injury, and a study on it found several identifying characteristics. In most cases, those affected were women, the person administering the injection was standing while the patient was seated, and the injection was placed too high on the arm, resulting in the injection being delivered into the bursa.

This led to the recommendation that “the upper third of the deltoid muscle should not be used for vaccine injections, and the diagnosis of vaccination-related shoulder dysfunction should be considered in patients presenting with shoulder pain following a vaccination.” (The Dept. of Health & Human Services accepted this recommendation, along with also recommending that the person administering the vaccine be seated if the patient is seated to reduce error.)

A report on this injury was given during a 2010 Advisory Commission on Childhood Vaccines meeting (pages 15-28 or so), where it was revealed that among those without prior shoulder injuries, only a third who developed SIRVA ever fully recovered. Meaning there’s a chance that an improper injection can lead to life-long joint pain in that shoulder.

And here’s the kicker: I still don’t have any immunity to the flu. My doctor said it’s unlikely that I gained any immunity from that shot, since it went into the bursa and not the muscle. I paid $28 to be given subdeltoid/subacromial bursitis, that has a chance of causing chronic shoulder pain. Lovely.

I don’t want anyone else to have to go through this, so here are a few tips for you the next time you have to have a flu shot (or any vaccine injected into your arm):

SIRVA: shoulder injury related to vaccine administration

1. If it seems too high of a position, say something! I wish I had followed my own advice here. A shot should not be given just under your acromion process (the knobby end of your shoulder), but should be given at least two finger widths down. Needle size should be carefully considered, too. Better to say something rather than be injured. Not sure how to bring it up? Try this as a starter when the alcohol pad is rubbed on the spot: “Huh, that seems really high on my arm. I don’t remember getting any other shots that high.”

2. Ask if you can stand while the shot is given. If the provider would prefer that you sit, ask that person to sit as well, so that you’re both at the same level. Injecting from above tends to result in the injection being given higher on the deltoid, which increases your risks. Trying to estimate two finger widths down while standing provides a skewed view of the site and means your shot will likely be placed too high.

3. For the flu shot, ask if you’re eligible for Flumist. The Flumist version of the vaccine is sprayed into your nose – no needles! Not everyone is a good candidate for this version of the vaccine, since it’s a live vaccine, but if you’re eligible you’ll prevent any needle injury by avoiding it altogether.

4. Consider who administers your shot. Pharmacies are convenient for flu shots, but how well do you know your pharmacist? Many may not have the experience of your doctor’s office nurse. On the other hand, you may have a better relationship with your pharmacist than your doctor’s nurse. Ideally, you want someone who has a good amount of experience in giving shots, and who gives them with some regularity.

However, one point regarding this: sometimes, you get a bad shot, no matter the person giving it. I’ve had my flu shot at Walgreens in the past, by one of their pharmacists, and didn’t have any issues. Nearly any medical professional has a risk of giving a bad shot, even if they’ve been involved in your care since you were a baby. That’s why it’s important to pay attention and ask questions if something seems wrong, even if the professional is someone you trust.

I’m not going to say that the solution is to never get another shot. But I do think we should all consider each shot as a careful medical procedure. Any medical procedure has the ability to help, but most also have the ability to harm if done improperly. We should be cautious in who we choose to give us a shot, and we shouldn’t feel dumb or bossy to speak up and ask questions if we’re uncertain.

As of today (1 week, 2 days after the shot), my shoulder has almost a full range of motion again, although a few movements continue to be painful. A low-level ache is present nearly all the time (I’m told this is what arthritis feels like?) and I still can’t sleep on that side. I have occasional numbness/tingling in my fingers, but it’s less and less each day.

I have noticed a significant weakness in that joint now, so I’m taking it slow and easy with lifting anything or too much movement. And the “popping” in my shoulder has continued – with certain movements you can hear the pop across the room. I had a chiropractor recommended to me, and I will likely give him a visit to see if he can help. Hopefully it’ll be resolved soon and the only popping and ache will be the standard ones in my knees.

UPDATES

To see more about how I’ve been dealing with SIRVA, I’ve provided links to my update posts below:

An Update on My Shoulder – one week later

The Ongoing Shoulder Saga, Episode IV (A New Hope?) – one month later

Flu-Shot Shoulder Update – nine months later



Polar Vortex Cabin Fever

If you haven’t been on social media or turned on the TV in the past couple of days, you may not know that it’s been cold outside for much of the US. Like, really cold.

The arctic conditions arrived for us at the very end of Sunday night. I was a little disappointed that the storm track changed, so instead of getting a lot of snow to go with our frigid weather, we instead had a lot of rain, followed by the cold air. Others may not like the snow, but for me if it’s going to be cold, then bring on the snow and at least make it pretty.

Polar Vortex coldThis? Not so pretty.

The kids were supposed to go back to school on Monday. With the below zero temperatures expected, though, the call was made on Sunday night to cancel classes. Honestly? I wasn’t upset about it. I didn’t want the kids to go out in that weather, and I wasn’t really ready for them to go back yet. I mean, I’m ready to get back to a regular routine again, but I’m not ready to deal with the homework arguments or calls home from the school or anxiety breakdowns from Cordy.

Since we were mostly at home over the weekend, getting ready to start school and work again, Monday was a little rough. The morning wasn’t too bad, but by noon the kids were growing tired of each other and bored with everything there was to do in the house. Aaron left work at lunchtime to work from home the remainder of the day, giving me a little bit of a break from the “Make her leave me alone!” and the “Cordy won’t play a game with me, mom, will you?”

But soon the cabin fever was affecting everyone. I started to look for things to do involving the cold weather. Well, other than teaching the kids how to roll towels and jam them in windowsills to keep out the cold air. Although that is a useful skill to teach.

Those who had received the cold air earlier than us (looking at you, Minnesota and Chiberia) had already been discussing things you can only do when it’s super cold outside. Like blowing bubbles that instantly turn into beautiful frozen globes. Or filling balloons with colored water and leaving them outside to become giant marbles when you stripped off the balloon.  The ideas sounded fun, but we were limited to supplies on-hand, which didn’t include bubbles or balloons.

Then I saw the boiling water trick. (Sublimation, if you want the scientific principle behind it.) Hey, we could do that! All we needed was something to hold water and a heat source – I can provide those two things.

So I told Cordy and Mira that if they could give us just a little bit of peace and quiet to get some work done, we’d do a really neat science experiment that would seem like magic at the end of the day. Their curiosity was immediate, and thankfully bought me some solid work time.

When they couldn’t wait any longer, and when Aaron was finished with his work, we started a pot of water on the stove. This took two adults, one to handle the water and one to make a video of it. (Because videotaping it ensured that we could let them watch it again later if needed.) It was about -4 degrees outside, with a -30 wind chill, so conditions were just right.

The result? So much fun:

Mira couldn’t stop giggling, and asked us to do it twice. Actually, she asked us to repeat the experiment several times, but we stopped after two.

And, unlike some videos I saw of the same trick, no one got burned. I only wish we had a super soaker watergun on hand to shoot out the boiling water in style instead of our saucepan method.

Who says science isn’t fun?



2014: The Year of Enough

As we all shook off our New Year’s Eve sleepiness, I noticed a lot of friends discussing their word of the year. If you haven’t heard about this yet, it basically involves choosing a word that will be your focus for all of 2014. Sort of like a mantra to shape your goals around, only condensed down into a single word.

I really liked this idea, so I decided to try it for myself. Yes, today is January 4, and I’m just now getting around to choosing a word. Not that I haven’t been thinking about it for days. No, I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and have been completely stuck on choosing a word.

I had a list of words, all missing that spark of inspiration I was looking for. At one point, I was looking over my options and realized how insane this was to spend so much time agonizing over a word of the year. I mentally yelled, “ENOUGH!” – and that’s when it hit me.

My word of the year is enough. There are so many ways to interpret this word, and nearly all of them are applicable to my goals for the year.

Enough

First, I want to continue the work we’ve done in decluttering the house and reducing what we have. Because we have enough – more than enough, really, and I need to accept that we don’t need anything more. It’s so easy to develop the “wants” when seeing what others have, but will buying more stuff really make me feel better, or will it just contribute to more clutter and distraction? I’d like to be more mindful of my purchases this year, and consider if it’s a necessity, or if I should pass on it because we have enough.

I also want to use the idea of enough to cultivate a greater sense of gratitude. I’m thankful for my husband, for our two healthy daughters, and even for our pets. I’m grateful that our girls are growing up with a lot of extended family around them. We have a nice house, we have good jobs, we have our needs met and the ability to acquire some of what we want. We have enough, and I want to internalize that sentiment deep down so I can truly appreciate all that we have.

Gratitude is having enough

At the same time, “enough” can have a more stern interpretation, in the “enough is enough” variety. There are several nuisances that we tolerate because it’s too much time or effort to resolve them. It often takes a lot to push me to take action on these issues, when I should have put my foot down far sooner. There comes a point where you have to stop trying to go around a wall and make the choice to climb over it instead. I need to either change course to combat these irritations directly, or I need to drop them entirely and find alternatives.

I far prefer to live the easier life of following the rules and expecting people to do as they’re supposed to do in their jobs and lives, but I can accept that it isn’t always the case. When that happens, I have to decide that I’ve had enough and take action to change things. I had already started this in the fall with my outrage over the school district, and my feelings towards the district have only intensified. I’m done with bureaucracy and trite statements from those in positions of power that are meant to placate but accomplish nothing. I’ve had enough with the parent almost always being considered the least qualified person in the room to know what’s best for her child’s education. It’s time to advocate for those issues that are nearest and dearest to me.

Knowing when you've had enough.

And finally, I’ve reached a point in my life where I can begin to embrace that I am enough. I don’t need to compare myself to others, wishing I could have their talent, their experience, their looks, because they haven’t been on the same journey that I have, and it’s possible they’ve been through experiences I’m glad I missed out on. Comparing myself to others accomplishes nothing other than making me feel bad about myself, because my inner (high school bitch) critic will never admit to any strengths I possess.

I’m not perfect, or even close to it, I’m quirky, and there are plenty of weak spots I want to strengthen in myself, but I am enough for my family, for my friends, and for my colleagues. And quirky is the new normal.

Good enough

So here’s to 2014 providing enough for all of us.



Yet Another 2013 Recap Post

I’ve already seen several blog posts from others wishing 2013 a grateful goodbye. This year hasn’t been very good for many folks, and I hope the coming year will be kinder for everyone.

For us, it’s been a not-too-shabby year. It’s not the best year ever, but it’s had plenty of good moments. If the next year is at least as good as this one, I wouldn’t be upset.

There were a lot of happy moments this year. Aaron and I celebrated our 10th anniversary, and with that came our first big family vacation. We took the kids to Walt Disney World for their first trip to meet The Mouse (and the princesses). I wasn’t sure how well it would go, but the magic of Disney happened and we had a week with no major meltdowns and lots of fantastic memories. In a stroke of luck, we’ll be going back to Disney in 2014, something I didn’t think would happen for two or more years. I’m hoping for a repeat of the magic in the new year.

Our first day at DisneyLetting our Disney Side show. Pure happiness.

I also FINALLY got this blog moved to WordPress. About time, right? I wish I would have done it sooner, since WordPress has a lot more versatility to it than Blogger. Like much of my life, it’s always a work-in-progress and I’m not happy with the current design. But I’ve been so busy helping with other blogs that I haven’t had a lot of time to tinker with this blog. So 2014 will likely see the design altered when I can make time for it.

Job-wise, I’m happy. In May I was promoted to a permanent position. I like what I get to do, and I love all of the people I work with each day. This job has made me into a pseudo-workaholic by choice, and I am continually grateful for the way fate directed me to this place. Aaron switched to a new position mid-year, finally ending the daily drive to Dayton each day. He’s much closer now, and while his job is contract based at the moment, we hope it’ll become more secure in 2014.

Our biggest challenge this year was probably in the areas of education and politics. Or the combined area of education politics, really. I’ve become more and more disappointed with our school district, from constant and epic failures with their transportation department, to a district administration that ignores parent input and seems to be tone deaf to the real needs of the students in favor of pet project agendas and fostering an atmosphere of crisis.

I still like our school and the teachers and principal there, but I’m growing increasingly concerned with Cordy’s experiences. In 2013, Cordy changed from being a child who loved math and was gifted in it at the start of the year, to now hating math and struggling in class. The girl who used to cozy up with a math workbook and do math problems for fun is now the girl who avoids her math homework, cries and protests when doing it, and says she no longer likes going to school. She’s also developed behavior issues at school, too, mostly in her math class.

Box of Shamehow she feels lately

We have yet to pinpoint what could be causing the issue, but needless to say it’s distressing. In 2014, we’re hoping to have her psychologist shadow a day of school to determine what could be causing the problems, and hopefully all of our detective work will result in a better school experience for Cordy and her teachers.

My position as an advocate for Cordy also turned into becoming an education advocate on a larger scale. I didn’t plan or want to get involved in the school district’s levy issue in the fall, but found myself drawn in once I learned more of the details and realized the lengths the city and school district would go to in order to push a bad plan through to pull more tax money into questionable projects. I couldn’t in good conscience sit by and not be involved when they city was trying to take over the school district in what felt like a move towards the new “education reform” model that is really privatization. (See Chicago and Philadelphia schools as examples of this model.)

So I did what I could, which mostly involved writing, explaining what was and wasn’t included in the district’s plan, and bringing up questions about parts of the plan that were too open-ended and could be abused, and parts that weren’t developed at all. It was painful to be against a school levy, but this wasn’t the right plan. Did I make an impact on voters? I don’t think my words reached that many folks, but hopefully I helped sway a few minds. Considering the overwhelming defeat of the levy, I don’t think our campaign changed the outcome, but hopefully it helped more people think about what’s needed for our district.

While I may not have made much of an impact, my vocal opposition to the city and school district possibly landed me on the radar of a few officials. It’s impossible to say with any certainty, but it’s mighty unusual that Aaron and I received a city tax audit timed two days after the election, along with another vocal opponent of the levy. Since then, a third person tied to the opposition is having his business audited by the city, too. Coincidence? Possibly, but the odds of three out of eight vocal opponents being randomly audited by the city after the election are so unlikely that I’d be more likely to be struck by lightening…in my house.  I’ll be submitting a public records request for more information on how our audit happened and why.

On noticeyou’re on notice, Columbus

So it’s possible I now have a few enemies at City Hall, which is amusing considering we’re all in the same political party. And if the audit was politically motivated, they failed in any attempts to intimidate or silence me. Instead, it’s making me look even closer at the problems within my own city. 2014 will bring more questioning, more investigation of our school district, and likely more writing about the issues affecting the education of my kids (and other kids in the district).

I’m done with making goals to do more each year. Truthfully, I’m doing more than I can handle, and it’s probably better to make a goal to scale back a little. Instead of doing more in 2014, I’d like to do less, and do everything better: work smarter, use my free time more wisely, be engaged and patient in the time I spend with the kids (aka: get off the computer more), truly relax when it’s time to relax, and follow through better with promises made to family and friends. I’ve reached a point in my life where I feel mostly comfortable and confident in my skin, and it’s time to put that confidence to use.

As I wrote earlier, if 2014 is at least on par with 2013, I’ll consider it a good year. If we can make it even better than 2013, it’ll be a great year.

funny facesAnd when in doubt, make funny faces.

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